As the parent of kids with special needs, appointments are just another of the fun things in our lives...
First they need to be made.
And this can be a very loooooong process.
Letter, email, phone call, message, follow up phone call, shouting match with receptionist, apology to receptionist...
The letter arrives and you breathe a huge sigh of relief.
Then you open it and see the appointment, and it clashes with:
b) The school run
c) Another appointment
So the process starts all over again ...
Finally you get a date and time that work and the day dawns.
And of course you've planned everything like a military campaign. Your child has been given a diagnosis of special needs for a reason: they may need wheelchair accessible facilities, dislike lots of people and noise, be on a special diet. Get it wrong and OMG, actually let's not go there.
At this stage Smiley and I cope quite well. We have the Smileymobile which is allowed to park in disabled spots - though wheeling her out the back can sometime stop on-coming traffic. Then her buggy and wheelchair are so huge they are like driving a tank - people just scatter in all directions as we approach.
But the key thing is what is in Smiley's bag. This is our survival kit.
Today it contained the following:
ipod nano x 1
nappies x 1
drinks x 3
chocolate buttons x 1 packet
pink hairbrush x 1
sparkly handbag x 1
The appointments letter stated that we could be there for a number of hours, so I was hoping I had enough stuff to keep her entertained. But today, luck was on our side and we were out by 10 o'clock, after the consultant said her legs looked fine and that she appeared to be very well looked after - well yeah I hope so!